Chapter 13: Personal

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Kissing Chanyeol was an addiction that Baekhyun had no desire to have, but it was hard to turn him away, even more so after falling asleep next to him. Normally, he'd kick the man out of his dormitory, if not leave entirely by himself if they met elsewhere. Thoughts of abandonment left his attention when he felt Chanyeol's body pressed against his back. The arm on his waist had tightened, pulling them closer together as Baekhyun tried to calm himself.

"What're you thinking about?" Chanyeol asked. 

Baekhyun could feel the softness of Chanyeol's very breath against his neck. It felt warm and soothing, but he decided to ignore the feeling. The tired mumbles of the latter, however, was something he couldn't ignore.

"You."

Chanyeol scoffed. The gentle brushing of his face in the crook of Baekhyun's neck only made matters worse for the small male. "That's the first."

Frowning, Baekhyun shifted his body, turning over to face the man holding tightly onto him. "I wouldn't get used to it," he muttered, eyes locked with the man's hooded gaze. "This doesn't mean anything. Nothing's changed."

Studying Baekhyun's face, Chanyeol could see beyond the physical pain and bruises done by another. The attempts to hide behind the glass eyes reflecting back at him were almost successful, but he knew better. He knew Baekhyun better than anyone else who had ever laid their hands on his body like it was nothing. 

"You know I want you."

He could feel Baekhyun's body stiffen the moment the words slipped past his lips, but Chanyeol didn't care. Sliding his hand along the boy's waist, he didn't stop until his hand was cupping the backside of Baekhyun's